Dead Thoughts

Created in the vaccum of my mind
Is the dead feeling
The sense of sound reasoning
Is long gone.

Happenstance of time
Meeting of mind
Through the ravens eyes
Is wat I see.

Dispatch the norms of life
With wat is called the words
Should have been better now
Suspended by the touch of spirit.

Blood spilled around me
In the dark of the day
Should I be worried for
Beneath the bleeding moon.

Sun shines because of heat
In Winter its cold
I see u , I see them
Inspite the fact I’ve been told.

Clinging the dearest sentiments of mine
I’d rather be lamenting
With words scattered all round me
Comes another dead feeling.